The whole world was left with only black, white, and grey hues.

Rita Skeeter stiffened and watched with difficulty as Felix tapped his fingers on the table, which was fair and slender, with healthy light pink nails - the only colour within her field of vision.

As the fingers tapped, a dark grey ripple blossomed from the tips of his finger, and the ripple passed through both of them, spreading silently in all directions.

"You-" the woman said arduously, her wand held in her hand, but she could not raise it even a fraction of an inch.

"You see, I occasionally use this perspective to observe the world, to observe magic, and it's quite interesting as usual." Felix introduced his attitude unchanged from the beginning.

But Rita Skeeter didn't think so.

"It's illegal for you to do that ... ... Azkaban ...," she opened and closed her lips with extreme difficulty, one word after another word at a time.

"Rita, Rita, you don't think I'm going to do something bad to you, huh?" Felix said amused, "I just now asked you, do you really know me?"

"Obviously, you don't know me."

"One of your colleagues advised you not to play with me? I guess he must be a Slytherin."

Rita Skeeter's eyes fixed him with a deadly stare.

Felix said calmly, "I used my holiday time to visit a few stubborn purebloods in the fifth year, and they haven't talked about me in public since then."

"Do you know why?"

Her eyes widened.

"You think - whose power do I need to rely on to counter the threat of extreme pureblood families? No, Rita," he said softly, "I'm just showing them a possibility."

As Felix's mood swung, the whites and greys all over the room quickly tinted to inky blackness, deep, depressing darkness.

Rita Skeeter's body trembled lightly.

"Yes, a possibility, if I become a Dark Lord ..." he did not continue.

The darkness faded quickly and returned to black and white again, like an old faded photograph.

"When you think about it, I'm actually a very nice person to talk to. As long as you don't provoke me, I don't have the time to take care of you. But unfortunately, it just so happens that-"

"You got in my way. ..."

Ignoring her, Felix beckoned the parchment on the table and read it carelessly.

The parchment had unknowingly filled afoot, which made him somewhat burst into laughter, if the young wizards at Hogwarts, had this ability to make things up, they absolutely would be laughing out loud in their dreams.

"Tsk!"

"This paragraph is excessive."

"Did I say that?"

"Staying close to Dumbledore, who, me?" He shook his head.

The colours in the room gradually came back, an equally magical scene, like a child finding, faded pictures in an old storage room and picking up crayons to scribble over them.

The world came alive again.

Rita Skeeter found that she had regained her ability to move.

She glanced at the wand in her hand and then at Felix, who was still reading the parchment, and her eyes wandered.

But she quickly gave up on the foolish idea.

" Think about it, do you wish to continue? This might be an opportunity. Seize it from me, and the subsequent story will be yours to make up." Felix looked up, pale-blue eyes peering at her.

"You're joking, Felix, no, Professor Hap, Sir-" Rita Skeeter kept changing the title.

"Heh."

He tossed the parchment in his hand down lightly, and it turned silently into ashes.

"About what I came for ..."

"I apologize! I will stop all untrue statements!" She said quickly, with a pleasing smile on her face.

"Thank you, Rita."

Felix stood up, smiled slightly, and bowed courteously, then he pushed the door open and his figure blended into the night.

By now it is completely dark, the north wind and snowflakes blow his robe " rustle ", Felix walked two steps against the wind and snow, and then the next moment he disappeared in the same place.

After a while, Rita Skeeter quietly opened the door, glanced around, there was nothing outside the house, she quickly closed the door.

A vicious curse spewed from her mouth, and she was cursing someone with almost the worst words she had ever known in her life.

"Felix Hap!" She shouted the name viciously.

"I want revenge! Revenge ... on ... his secrecy ... Yes, that's right, this damned ... man doesn't know I'm Animagus yet, maybe, no, it's too risky."

After cursing for a long time, Rita Skeeter's mouth went dry, and she finally stopped.

She went to the liquor cabinet and tried to take out a bottle of wine to quench her thirst, but as soon as her fingers touched the handle, the gorgeous silver piece turned to fine sand in her hands.

Rita Skeeter froze in place.

Tentatively, she reached out a short, long, stubby finger and nudged a long-necked purple jug - her favourite wine jug. But the next second, the jug quickly disintegrated into fine sand, including the liquor stored inside.

Her eyes became frightened, and her body stumbled into the chair behind her, and then she noticed that the chair also fell apart and turned into a puddle of fine sand.

Rita Skeeter looked around her house - every part of it was constantly melting into the sand, including her delicate picture frames, crocodile skin handbags.

Even the floor was not spared.

"Ahhhhh!"

She ran out of the house in horror, and as she watched, the entire detached house shook, and from the bottom came a swirling sea of sand that slowly, but surely, engulfed the house.

"That's a lesson." A voice sounded very abruptly in Rita Skeeter's head.

Her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something, but this time, she hurriedly shut her mouth.

The edge of the forbidden forest.

Felix's figure reappeared out of nowhere, and he walked step by step towards the castle against the blizzard. The December weather is cold as hell, especially with the high winds mixed with blizzards, every step is a tough test.

When he saw the outline of the castle from a distance, a thought struck him, and he shook his head, not really thinking about it anymore.

Felix pushed open the dark brown door, shaking off all the snowflakes and entering the warm castle.

He waved his wand, and the door behind him closed with a bang, keeping the snow and darkness out.